As long as you don't go past the fire hydrant, you're good. (Mom has to be able to see you from the front windows.)And street soccer in flip-flops? Why not?
Look Mom! See how fast I can go?!
Take a picture of me mom!
Sometimes the neighbor kid in Luke's class at school comes down to hang out. It's a party.
Sometimes I think my mortgage is crazy expensive, but it's December. We're in short sleeves and flip-flops, I never shovel or blow snow, and we just play, play, play. 
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